Jealousy.
What a dope.
I'm jealous of my alternate identity.
It's my name I want on her lips.
Chapter 15
Daisy
Hi, it's me.
Who?
Daisy St. James
Doesn't ring a bell.
Sorry, wrong number.
Daisy, I'm kidding.
I hope fire ants attack your big toe.
Arizona doesn't have fire ants.
Fine. I hope a scorpion stings you.
Now that's just mean.
I take it back.
Don't take it back. Stick to your guns. Say what you mean, and mean what you say.
I should remain steadfast in my insults. Got it for next time. As for today… Are you still able to come by and help me? It's ok if you can't, or you've changed your mind.
Did I tell you yesterday that I'd be there today?
Yes.
Then I'll be there today. At two.
See you soon, Sailor.
"Sunshine."
Peter stands in my front walk, me in the open doorway. He says the word again, this time more languidly, infusing it with warmth. "Sunshine."
My head tips sideways. He looks good. Too good. His pants are a jean material, but they are navy blue. His heather gray T-shirt hugs his biceps, shoulders pushing back against the fabric.
"Are you reporting the weather?" I give the sunny sky a once-over.
"That"—he points at me with one stiff finger—"is your nickname."
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Are you sure about that? Because you keep telling me I have fire inside me."
His head tips sideways, one eye blinking closed. "The sun is a humongous ball of fire, so technically..." he trails off.
